There's a kid with a golden arm He admits to the forest fire That he started up from a lack of something better going on This kid with the golden arm He admits to the forest fire That he started up from a lack of something better going on Tell your friends it's a four alarm Just a smoke screen we're all liars Better to stew in discontent then to admit we're wrong Our motivations out to sea And our ideas they die so quickly This town has good hearts Bad blood, emotional scars Never gettin to say what you really wanna say This town has good hearts Bad blood, emotional scars Never gettin to say what you really wanna say We all lie so well We all lie so well There's a kid with a golden arm He admits to the forest fire That he started up from a lack of something better going on Tell your friends it's a four alarm. Just a smoke screen we're all liars. Better to stew in discontent then to admit we'e wrong If misery loves company Then it seems to swim so much more forcibly In the song of other peoples failures Doctor, do you have a remedy? Doctor, this is not alright by me Do you think that you have the strength for a city that's so spent and sick? We all lie so well We all lie so well